Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
The Slits,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.